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A week ago, after several years of staying out of my family home, I came back. What I was doing, who I am, and why I was there is not important now and doesn't affect THIS event. Anyway, my private life is nothing that would interest someone. I must also say that I never was afraid of spiders before. I didn't pay close attention to them. No matter if it was those on the walls behind furniture or in nature. I want to say that what happened to me and what I felt wasn't ordinary fear of these creatures. It was something more, incomparable to the usual fear of spiders, like what an arachnophobe feels. Until now, I had no reason to fear
That day's morning was so ordinary,
I decided to try to find this house and see what state it is in at the moment. I didn't have plans for today anyway. It's possible that even residents of the lodge moved out long ago. I just wasn't sure that I could again find my way to this. I didn't remember in which direction I had to go to get to it. I decided that I would rely on luck and loiter around the area. Fortunately I took a camera with myself, so I had the opportunity to make a few photos as a souvenir, and also to give attention to something on the off-chance that exploration went wrong. After half an hour spent on walking and taking pictures, I noticed that I luckily had gone in the right direction. Far away from me, I saw the familiar shape of the building. In addition, I realized that since an hour ago when I stepped into the woods, I haven't met any person. People living in places like this must feel so alone. Ultimately the closest house to them is about half a kilometer away. Besides, this is not one of the safer places to live. In the event of any accident or other unfortunate event, it's difficult to get help.
After some time, the singing of birds also died down, and the area seemed to be really empty. I slowly approached the lodge. The building, besides a fragment of a destroyed fence made of wood, didn't have any fences, so anyone could easily get into the yard. The first thing that caught my attention was the windows of the house. They had a cracked glass, or no glass at all. Moreover the building almost hadn't changed, only in some places the already-old wood chewed by termites was beginning to crumble. I went up to one of the windows and looked inside. The interior looked like no one had stayed there for at least a few years. Lots of dust and dirt covered the furnitures inside. Additionally, everywhere I saw cobwebs. I had never before seen them in such large quantities. But that didn't surprised me much, after all, creatures such as spiders or insects could easily get there. Another piece of evidence that indicated that the house was abandoned for some time was everyday objects randomly scattered throughout the room. I thought that was very strange, because if the family would have moved out of there, they would've taken all their belongings with them. Also, it seemed highly unlikely to me that anyone could live there. Not in these conditions. The longer I stared at the interior of the building, the more I wanted to discover what was invisible at the moment for me in these places. I looked around me again to be sure that no one was watching me
Getting back home took me a while, especially since I wasn't acquainted with the terrain. Still I was accompanied by a strange feeling that I was being watched. However, all the time I carefully looked around and didn't see anything suspicious. I don't know what I expected. The only thing worrying me was slightly moving grass. Every time I turned to look at it I detected movement. It looked a little like an invisible character followed me. Behind my back I could clearly hear the sound of rustling. I speeded up my steps, and in my mind I told myself that it was just my imagination. After all, in the woods there are plenty of animals that could run near me unnoticed. However, anxiety didn't want to leave me until I got to my house.
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